Hidden Clues and Mysteries
Did I mention how our family are voracious readers? I hear from brothers and friends and blog-friends who delve into my blog sidebar of books read throughout the year and go by my ratings and acquire them - and usually enjoy them.
Daughter and Grandgirl are also of the "there's never enough books in the world for me" ilk.
But isn't it interesting what a young person can throw at you out of the blue. Something one has never thought about before.
The other night:
Grandgirl: Do you realize that the books one likes to read tells so much about one's character?
Me: Really? How come?
Grandgirl: Well the books you really like are usually about missing people and unsolved mysteries.
Me: So what does that tell you about me?
Grandgirl: Well, I'd say you'd be trying to make sense out of your life, like there would be missing pieces.
Me: Well, I'll be! And I even write about that kind of thing too.
Grandgirl: So what would be missing?
Me (thoughtful, astounded): Well, the mysteries in the paternal side of the family. My father wouldn't talk about it, and I've tried to string it together from the evidence of others.
Grandgirl: Well, there you go, right?
(PS-LOL- And my father would sing "Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life" just about every day.)